Sick
Only my mind
Can’t describe life’s beauty
Only my dissatisfaction
Although I’m one of the lucky
Can’t find a way for happiness to suit me
Drift in constant wandering
Of the greener grass on other sides
Even now I’m sure
That I will never discover
The things I’m looking for
They are not to be found
I should make peace with what I have
Instead of wasting wondering time
Will I…